Broken Vision Rhythm - Loathe

«Cleanse my soul and let the pain subside»

Control, this is the final conquest

Battleground of the mind, time has come to take it

Stolen souls, imprisonment of flesh

Reduced to a drone, time has to take it

Backbone, structure of the world

Propping up the tyrants

The master who would shut you down

Pick apart your bones

Take it back to the start

Take you back to the start

The weight rises in sync

Intoxicated, I can’t see

My judgement has failed me

An obsession so deep it burns

Faster

Evade its gaze

Breathe in defeat

Makes sense to follow

The broken vision obsolete

Ruling the end of your world

You stand agape

Chasing this fickle fantasy

Feed from both trails, you psyche cannibal

Birth from devalue

Following testament of the superficial

Abolish this sin now

Forfeit all patience to a bottomless pit

Exhausted, agitated and sick

Reduced to a drone and time has taken it all

The master shut you down, screaming

«Cleanse my soul and let the pain subside»